Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you thought
I was change my style?
So what are you saying

To all you bitches, hoes, and all shit
Here's another rap that I'm to spit
It goes this, my name is $hort
I'm shit up like never before

Pimp slaps, snaps
Cold cash money and Too raps
Oakland, that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you want none

But if you do, I'm tell you this
Trues and vogues really shit
Wanna so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin' Too $hort

If you ask me, it's all about, I'll say it's about that money
But if you ask me, could you have some, I'll say it concern me
Ronald came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the White
If you're not cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was on the cob

What is Life is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a
Yeah, I'll play the bitches just y'all
Like Dr. J basketball

You can me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a bright morning in
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch Helen
bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you
You might not my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So death in the Oakland streets
Am I gonna till next week?
Will I get shot by a fiend
to get high, tryin' to steal my ring

I really can't say, 'cause I know why
People out here droppin' dead flies
I used to see a home boy five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're fakin' the
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my when I want my freak

You can't deny it, you I'm right
I turn any out when I'm on the mic
And I won't back, or relax
he knows I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he knows Too $hort, set the
They got him caught up in my cap
Motherfucker spit straight game on the mic
he's worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I call him
to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you MC's
To the end of the and push you over
luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I said a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I even sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might down
Gettin' clowned by the hound from Oaktown

And the look in your face when you're that tooth
Could make a grown man die, at you
'Cause you're a, no rappin', no
Played out ass Simple Simon

I never understood one word you
But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em
There's only one thing, I wanted to
Sucker motherfucker, the joke?

I'm the player of players, call me Pop
My is Too $hort, no I don't stop
I just don't stop mackin', stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see happens

Your mind is gone, your crew cut
Sucker MC tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, rap the same
And it comes to game, you are lame

even heard of Too $hort baby
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' raps than a rap could
Tellin' sucker MC's waste my time

There's a girl I know her is Betty
Straight to the head just rock it
She's so she'll juice you up
All the home boys just can't get

She's a Ph.D., don't stop
In the like that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say she's
She's the kind of girl make your knees go crack

Feel the beat, rock me
Let me you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna till the end of time
Like rock and I'll play that song
To the beat all day and all long

So liten up, to I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin'
To all the boys doin' time in the pen
Gonna rock this for you once again

If you can't get out and you're mad as
Say bitch, now it sound for real
I'ma tear shit up, if I get the
I could give a fuck less if hole don't dance
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so
I was born and in the Golden State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off you give me some more
Big bank, now make me rich
bitch bitch bitch make me rich

Check out my style, baby I don't
I heard freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, fucked the
Too $hort damn sure ain't fake

But the sucker are screamin' loud
Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you talk about me, and call me
When father smokes coke and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
your jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
sayin' nothin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I send a with a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a
Like a 357 pointed at your
I got cap for cap, you never
So fresh again with

Motherfuckin' shit, with me
Fuck a bitch and a sucker MC
All you bastards got the
And fuck you 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, don't quit
Motherfuck you damn bitch

Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
And it don't stop, and it stop, bitch
out my style